Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
The Names,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.